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Sunday, October 25, 2015

The end of the month is getting closer and deadlines are looming. I will prevail.
ManLove Fantasies had Cara Adams. I know I already was featured, but I believe I will have another book to offer you a glimpse at. Stay tuned.

Storm, the second youngest of the six Hill brothers, has worked hard to make
everything in his life perfect. If only Cruz Baker were taller, thinner,
richer...more like him. He’s attractive and a good attorney, but messy.
However, Cruz is determined to teach Storm to relax.Storm admits Cruz has helped Christabelle Nelson win her court cases against
her badly behaved ex-boyfriend, but he doesn’t behave the way Storm needs his
perfect partner to act. Life is much better, Storm is sure, if everything is
just exactly right, like he orders it.Cruz wants to demonstrate to Storm that a little disorganization, some
relaxation, and even the occasional mess can make life so much more
interesting. Do opposites really attract? Will Storm loosen up enough to even look
properly at Cruz? And will Tom Frame go away and leave Chris alone?

All through their time in the courtroom, Storm had found his gaze wandering
back to Cruz. He was here to support Chris, not to listen to her attorney, but
in court, Cruz was strong, powerful, and smart. He looked imposing and
attractive in his charcoal suit. There was something about the outfit that
turned Cruz into a very handsome man. Normally he wasn’t particularly tall, and
he definitely needed to lose ten pounds off his waistline—maybe even twenty
pounds—but right now, he was eye-catching, and no one could ignore him.
Especially not Storm.Storm wondered if part of his lack of willingness to get closer to Cruz was
that Cruz had the same coloring as himself, medium-brown hair and brown eyes,
not golden blond hair like Storm’s stunningly good-looking brother, Jude, or
shaggy black hair that screamed “bad boy” like his brother Atticus.Even his eyes were boringly average rather than bright blue like his
mother’s or piercingly black like his father’s. Storm might have missed out on
all the best genetics, being the fifth of six sons in the family, but he made
certain his life was as perfect inside those confines as he could arrange it.
He would never eat a second slice of cake and risk it giving him a potbelly.But there was still something about Cruz that called to him even though Cruz
had accused him of being in a rut which was completely untrue.So why do I keep looking at him and thinking about him? What’s wrong
with me? He’s not the right man for me. I need someone who’s moving up in his
career. Someone like Kai or Alan. Successful men, like me.“Come on, Storm. It’s time to celebrate,” said Ross, his youngest brother,
pushing his shoulder. Storm jumped to his feet and followed his family out of
the courtroom.“Where are we going?” he asked.“Chris. This is your celebration. Where shall we go for lunch?”“I don’t know.”“Name somewhere you’ve heard of that you’d like to try out,” suggested Kai,
smiling at her.She was still thin but not as frail as when their mother had taken her under
her wing. Chris’s arms and legs were skinny, but the baby was growing well, and
Chris’s frame no longer looked as though it wouldn’t be able to support her.
One of his brothers had said she looked like she’d swallowed a basketball, and
that was true. She wasn’t rounded all over like many pregnant women. She was
skinny with a baby stuck out in front. But she was smiling and happy, and it
was time to celebrate winning her court case.Although if Storm ever met Tom in a dark alley, he wasn’t promising not to
break his nose or something similar. The man was an asshole not to appreciate
Chris.Chris smiled like a normal teenager, and said, “Can we please go to Dirty
Dick’s then? My parents would never let me go there, and Tom refused to take me
because he said it was only for boys. Which is a lie because I know girls
who’ve been there. Eating there today would be the most amazing thing.”“Of course.”“Let’s do it.”“There are enough of us here to protect you and Mom.”Storm wasn’t really pleased with his brothers agreeing so easily. Dirty
Dick’s wasn’t R-rated or anything, but it encouraged loud behavior. Everyone
sat at enormously long benches and wore paper bibs around their necks as they
ate ribs and fries with their fingers.Storm could see himself having to take the suit he was wearing to the dry
cleaners immediately after lunch.But then, this was Christabelle’s day. She deserved to do whatever she
wanted to. Soon enough she was going to become an adult with a child to care
for, instead of picking out a prom dress or whatever girls her age usually did.
Besides, this sounded like her way of raising her middle finger to that
asshole, Tom, and he wholeheartedly approved of her doing that.They all gathered around the end of one long bench, his two parents, five
brothers, Kai’s lover, Alan, and beside Chris, Cruz, her lawyer and Sawyer’s
colleague. Not the man he was interested in. He absolutely was not interested
in anyone who drove a beat-up Ford. The only man he would ever be interested in
was one just like him. Organized. Neat, controlled, with his eyes on the main
focus of life, the goals he planned to achieve.While they waited for their ribs and fries to be brought to them, they drank
light beer out of tankards, except for Chris, who was not only pregnant but
also underage, and Cruz, who never drank during business hours.“I thought long, boozy lunches were the mainstay of an attorney’s life,” he
teased, grinning at Sawyer, who was drinking his beer.“I wish. Most days it’s a burger as I walk back to my office from court,”
complained Sawyer.“Or a brown bag lunch brought from home,” added Cruz.“What made you decide not to drink during the day, Cruz?” asked Alan,
proving once again that he was damn smart and a good match for Kai, Storm’s
bossy millionaire oldest brother.“People tend to underestimate me,” he said, looking right at Storm. “I’m not
rich like Kai, or handsome like Jude, or driven like Storm. I’m just me. But I
like to think that during the working day every brain cell is alert enough to
help me make decisions.”I’m not driven! I’m just determined to keep progressing up the career
ladder as fast as possible.But maybe I have underestimated him. He certainly won Chris’s case
without ever appearing to break a sweat.Storm started eating his ribs, with his fingers, while thinking over what he
knew about Cruz, instead of joining in the loud banter around the table.

ADULT EXCERPT

Cruz followed Storm into the bathroom and checked the size of the shower. It
wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny either. There was enough space for the kind of
thoughts that were making his cock stand up already. Of course, simply seeing
Storm’s amazing naked body would make a corpse rise, and Cruz was very
definitely still alive.Cruz turned the water on and waited while it warmed up. It didn’t take long.
“Join me,” he said.“I…We… I mean I need to change the sheets on the bed.”“The bed can wait. I can’t.”Storm’s face was a picture of him trying to decide between his desire to
join Cruz, and need to make his bed perfect once more. Cruz held out his arm
and waited. Storm stepped into the tub with him, and Cruz pulled the shower
curtain around them. He pushed Storm against the wall and turned the showerhead
so water sprayed all over him then turned it back to the center and grabbed the
bottle of shower gel sitting on a little ledge by the faucet.He filled his hands with gel and rubbed the foam over Storm’s chest, belly,
and thighs. He rinsed his hands and filled his palm with more gel. “Turn
around.”Without saying a word, Storm did, and Cruz washed his back and his ass. Then
he moved the showerhead again, washing the foam off Storm and tapped his arm to
turn him around. Once Storm’s front was rinsed clean, Cruz dropped to his knees
and sucked Storm’s cock deep into his mouth.Ever since he’d seen that foreskin, he’d longed to taste Storm’s cock. Well,
he’d wanted to taste him for weeks, but seeing he was uncircumcised had just
turned that idle thought into a driving need.Cruz rolled Storm’s foreskin up and down with his tongue, licking over
Storm’s cockhead and then hiding it inside its protective skin before rolling
the skin down and sucking him again and again and again.Storm gripped his shoulders, each of his fingernails pressing into Cruz’s
skin to exactly the same depth. Crux knew he was going to have ten perfectly
identical indentations in his shoulders. He was certain Storm had his fingers
manicured, and very likely his toes as well, but he wasn’t going to take the
time to look or ask right now. Not with a delightful cock to suck front and
center.Cruz dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit of Storm’s cock, tasting his
pre-cum. Oh yes. Storm was enjoying this as much as he was. He held on to
Storm’s thighs, keeping them exactly where he wanted them as he sucked Storm’s
cock all the way down the back of his throat.“Ah fuck. Yes,” murmured Storm.Cruz smiled around the huge cock in his mouth, let it out a little way,
dragging his teeth lightly up the shaft, and then sucked hard on the head. He
wiggled a little closer to Storm, wrapping an arm around Storm’s thighs to hold
himself steady, and then he carefully swallowed Storm’s cock all the way down
his throat. “You like?” he asked, knowing Storm probably wouldn’t be able to
understand the question, but he would undoubtedly enjoy the vibrations of the
words against his shaft.“Fuck yes.”Cruz didn’t know if Storm was answering the question or expressing an
opinion, but the mouthful of cum was the correct answer anyway.He let Storm’s cock out, sucking all the time, and then licked over the head
before standing up and whispering, “Taste yourself on my tongue,” and then
driving his tongue into Storm’s mouth.Storm shook in his arms, kissing him back with all the passion Cruz could
ever wish for before they leaned together against the wall, panting.“Now that’s the proper way to shower.”“We haven’t quite finished,” said Storm, wrapping his hand around Cruz’s
heavy, needy dick and fisting it fast and hard.Cruz closed his eyes and delighted in the sensations as Storm used two hands
to bring him to a quick climax. The man had all the skills, adding tiny little
tugs and twists to his grip so that Cruz exploded with breathtaking speed.“Damn, you’re good,” he whispered, then kissed Storm